Yay, I get to post at Feministe! Thanks so much for having me. I’ve been marking off the days ever since Jill invited me and look forward to talking with all of you after the obligatory intro …
My blogging habit started in 2002 and eventually I cofounded PacificViews with my friend Mary from The Left Coaster. I’ve also written at MyDD, OpenLeft, OurFuture and a few other sites since then. I’m @NatashaChart on Twitter, where you can read, among the news links, unattributed quotes from whomever I’m hanging around with.
Just a few short months ago, I was glad to start working at SEIU. While writing is only part of my job, I maintain Early Learning Professionals blog and post occasionally to the main blog about topics such as public worker pensions and retirement security. Though while I might cross post a few items, everything else I write here, including comments, is solely my opinion.
… so then, what else? While I may tend a bit much towards the class reductionist side of cultural analysis sometimes, I do think it’s hard to find an ill in our society that doesn’t have its roots sunk deep into cheap labor conservatism.
There used to be aristocrats who got to have so much more than everyone else because, they argued, some god said so. And they had better swords. Now there’s the untitled wealthy who, having better PR, sit back quietly and pay economists to say that they deserve so much better than everyone else because Adam Smith said so. (He didn’t, actually.) They have mostly dispensed with the swords.
These weren’t the beliefs I was supposed to have. I was raised as a Jehovah’s Witness and listened to Limbaugh every weekday with my parents, mostly mom, for years. But she also taught me how to read when I was very small, when I could be persuaded to mostly read religious books with some fairy tales on the side. As a preteen I started getting a humanist education in the guise of a steady diet of science fiction, which had replaced the fairy tales and, often, my homework and regular sleep. It seems like the rest was inevitable from there.
So, although she’d be horrified by much of what I’m going to write here, I’d like to thank my mom for teaching me to read before I even got to school.
And I’m curious … If you’re someone who ended up with very different beliefs than the people who raised you, how did that happen? If you feel that your beliefs are mostly similar to those of your caregivers, how did that happen?